"Really?" Leng Zimo smiled. "Alright, then tell Uncle, is this new friend of yours a boy or a girl?"
"Of course, he's a boy, and he can play the piano just like Uncle!"
"Good, Uncle knows now, Uncle will prepare an extra gift."
"I also have to call Uncle Zirui, so I'm hanging up now, bye Uncle Zimo!"
The little girl swiftly ended the call, and Leng Zimo put his phone back in his pocket, a thoughtful expression appearing on his face.
The birthday banquet for Qin Wanwan had been announced early by Qin Lan and Huangfu Ruo, and naturally, Leng Zimo had already prepared the princess's birthday gift well in advance.
Now, having received a call from the little one, hearing about a boy who would share her birthday celebration, he naturally needed to prepare an extra gift.
But what gift should he give to a four-year-old boy?
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Five days later, Beijing.
